Ah ah ah, Ju-Ju-Jul the machine

Big joint, Peruvian hat
If there's trouble, we're tangled up
There's no point in acting American
Do Ju-Jul you're going to smash everything
It annoys me that these bastards betray me
Scratch my paint, they get hard sentences
Thief, coalman, robber, boss
Only big shots, they eat hard bread
It annoys me that these bastards betray me
Scratch my paint, they get hard sentences
Thief, coalman, robber, boss
Only big shots, they eat hard bread
Fuck the pointers, I dyed my hair
I don't have a belt, I like new breasts
Not too hard breasts, I don't like informers
I drink impure, I see myself impure
I'm the Olympic, it's natural
They steal motorcycles, they steal cars
They pull out the I, if there's a mistake
Fuck the agent's mother, I didn't see

I've done everything, I make cuts, I'm going to suffocate them
Only myself have I approved
I don't have a .44 under the cushion
I've done everything, I make cuts, I'm going to suffocate them
Only myself have I approved
I don't have a .44 under the cushion

I came out of the wall, I'm in the mother ship,
Know that to fuck mothers there will always be missionaries
I'm not going to resign, lower the pressure
I don't do missions, I just make sounds sitting in the house
There's mashed potatoes in the tuna can
I only smoke patata, I don't have a Glock under the Canada
To-to-ton, your uncle's account
I don't know if you hear over the noise of the pom-poms
I see that you're never happy, don't waste my time
I never look at the amount, I'm not saying I changed my sound

I smoke kush, I'm in the RS yeah, plate is German
You found her beautiful but she stinks of pussy
Don't get attached, don't cling, ya ya ya

I've done everything, I make cuts, I'm going to suffocate them
Only myself have I approved
I don't have a .44 under the cushion
I've done everything, I make cuts, I'm going to suffocate them
Only myself have I approved
I don't have a .44 under the cushion

I'm in my dream, dream, dream
That I commit crimes, crimes, crimes
They see me as a network, bucket, bucket
They see me as a Brinks, Brinks, Brinks
He's worth more than a coalman who drinks OJ
I'm the one that his friends curse
There were tries, had to make patterns
The street listens to me, the parents, the goths
I'm not going to make you sketches
You're going to get a potato roki
You cracked, you talk to me about biting
You know where I am if there's a misunderstanding

You made a mistake on the crocodile
It's long, it's two meters the poop
You told me it was a myth, myth
But in front you don't have the same words
Don't cry darling, I couldn't manage
Hats gloves, tracksuit DP is better than Papy Jerry
And thanks for the pair of Asics, eh thanks for the magic weed
And thanks to team Jul, and thanks to those who play my music
He denies everything, they're ca-rails
It's not their mother who feeds me or gives me work
Everything is black on the rail (Many, look at the perimeter)
Many are with you only for the money

I've done everything, I make cuts, I'm going to suffocate them
Only myself have I approved
I don't have a .44 under the cushion
I've done everything, I make cuts, I'm going to suffocate them
Only myself have I approved
I don't have a .44 under the cushion

You don't puff too much you have pussy
All-terrain like a 4x4
Brother it's not my fault
If all your clique has potatoes
BDH to the vote, I write my text with the guitar
I write my text with the guitar
I write my text with the guitar
I write my text with the guitar
I write my text with the guitar
I write my text with the guitar
I write my text with the guitar

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